NISHIITHE SVAPANE NIIRAVA CARAN'E TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

Renditions

NISHIITHA SVAPANE NIIRAVA CARAŃE TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

VYÁSÁSANA TAVA BICHÁNO CHILO NÁ KANAKOJJVAL SIḾHÁSANE TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

ÁSHÁ CHILO TUMI ÁSIBEI KÁCHE DIINER DEVATÁ DHARÁ DEVE NIJE SAB BHÁVANÁY SAMASTA KÁJE CHILO PRATYAY PRATI KŚAŃE TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

SVAPNA BHÁUNGIE TUMI CALE GELE TÁR PAR ÁR DEKHÁ NÁHI DILE PRATI SPANDANE MOR PRATI PALE SE SVAPNE BHÁVI RÁTE DINE. TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

NISHIITHA SVAPANE NIIRAVA CARAŃE TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE

Silent footsteps entered my night dreams, You crept into my mind. There was no gold strewn before Your seat no throne prepared.

I had hoped You would come close God of the poor to be captured as my very own.

All my feelings, my actions were, in each moment of the dream brimming with confidence.

But breaking the dream You left, and I didn’t see You again.

And now in each vibrated moment day and night

I try to linger in the memory of that dream.

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